Just in case anyone wants proof that 19th century gear suits me better than anything in my own wardrobe, here is my resplendant self taking a turn around the garden with Alastair.
It looks like 19th century clothes suit him as well.
Alastair was also responsible for the moment when I did a Colin Firth style “emerging from the lake”. I suggested as the party wore on that it might be aposite to wander around in shirt sleeves with a damp, smouldering look, to which he responded by turning the shower on me. The results speak for themselves.
I’m sure it’s what Jane Austen would have wanted.
